as I lay here awake back at home,
my mind is stuck on one thing-
love burns. as you lay there where I have laid next to you countless times, you feel no shame for my burns.
love is the most powerful thing
in this world, yet people like you
think it's perfectly acceptable to abuse.
sure, ok maybe "love" didn't exist in our story, however you had me tricked
it was headed there- then que the lies,
confusion, and freak outs. "i really, really, really like you babe" i repeated this enough for you to understand. And the sickening part is you said it back like you meant it, but now I am certain everything was a lie. you repeated me as if you were a parakeet whose only choice was to imitate my words. i wish whatever we had going for us didn't have to end like this. stop ignoring my pleas and repeat after me: "I miss you and I mean it."